Tolstoy and the need to strip

Writing a play for the Royal Court and the feeling overtakes me that everything is linked. At night I read War and Peace until it's one o'clock in the morning and the girls and boys from the pub are screaming on the street outside. Read Pitchfork Disney again to see what exactly happens in a play. Looking back at photos from two development weeks I realised that part of researching and exploring stories seems to involve me repeatedly taking my trousers off and running around various rehearsal rooms in my pants. And then War and Peace again and transfixed by Pierre's experience of the battlefield. Like Thomas Hardy it seems so modern. Everything it describes is with us now. I spend a week in Tramway, Glasgow with 3 incredible dancers and Natasha Gilmore looking at Little Red Riding Hood. Once more I take my trousers off. In the dark the wolf appears. He's so fascinating. I think I want to live in the woods. Argue with friends about using the term 'London' to mean a rich, powerful and isolated elite. People here in London say 'Scotland' and mean something equally untrue and vague. Hopefully on Wednesday there will be news about spring. Will I get to spend time in the woods, filming horses, bow and arrows and people in armour? Fingers crossed...

Working on Little Red Riding Hood with Vince.